11-15-2018, 11:01 PM
They had frolicked upon soft sand beaches, racing wild and free, a litlte hummingbird in his ear.
Epithet emerges upon the shores of Tephra just as lovely as the day she had left.
She had been particles int he air, floating along, lazy and content. She was the mist of the shoreline, watching and conjuring a feeling of ease. The molecules gather slowly, thickening to form an outline against a hazy horizon, her form transparent and glistening like a mirage in the sunlight.
Epithet floats like this, watching with liquid eyes, observing the Beqanna she had hidden away from. The world was much the same, she had made a point over the years to look upon Magnus with gentleness, a soft place for the kind man. Why had she stayed away? The mare recognizes her her stubbornness, her toxicity that swathe her in a luscious cloak. She had used it as armor against the world till one day she could no longer exist amongst the living. She could not simply just be
The density of the particles become solid to form the soft grey mare with the dark eyes, flowers woven in the pretty braid of her long ash mane. The black booted limbs hold her steadily as she forms in her natural state of a simple misty morning grey mare with kind eyes and a soft smile. To others she was a tyrant but to Magnus...to Magnus she could not help but be who she truely was beneath the hard walls of her guarded heart.
Epithet emerges upon the shores of Tephra just as lovely as the day she had left.
She had been particles int he air, floating along, lazy and content. She was the mist of the shoreline, watching and conjuring a feeling of ease. The molecules gather slowly, thickening to form an outline against a hazy horizon, her form transparent and glistening like a mirage in the sunlight.
Epithet floats like this, watching with liquid eyes, observing the Beqanna she had hidden away from. The world was much the same, she had made a point over the years to look upon Magnus with gentleness, a soft place for the kind man. Why had she stayed away? The mare recognizes her her stubbornness, her toxicity that swathe her in a luscious cloak. She had used it as armor against the world till one day she could no longer exist amongst the living. She could not simply just be
The density of the particles become solid to form the soft grey mare with the dark eyes, flowers woven in the pretty braid of her long ash mane. The black booted limbs hold her steadily as she forms in her natural state of a simple misty morning grey mare with kind eyes and a soft smile. To others she was a tyrant but to Magnus...to Magnus she could not help but be who she truely was beneath the hard walls of her guarded heart.
E P I T H E T
it's a start and i'm sorry its utter shit. i'll get there, i promise!